Page 29 of If You Were the Only Girl in the World
He groaned. “Too many clothes.”
“Forget them,” she told him and set to work on the buttons on his waistband and sank one hand down his undergarment to cup his very long, hard penis.
He caught his breath. “You go quickly.”
She arched back and tossed her hair that now was down in a mess around her shoulders. “I need you now—and for all night.”
He cupped her cheeks. His eyes grew harsh. “Oh, my darling. If I stay—”
She paused, bereft. “Won’t you? Please?”
He laid her to the bed, climbing up over her. “I don’t know how I can go.”
“Neither do I.” She put her fingers to his lips and ended whatever his objection was as she undulated against him. “Don’t talk. Just feel. Know. Oh,” she wanted to shout that she loved him, but grew afraid he’d object to that too. “Just tonight. Think of nothing. Only this.”
He got up on his knees and went to work on the buttons of her dress. She helped him and spread it wide. Her slip she removed when he helped her to sit, then pushed her down when she lifted away the little French brassiere she’d bought for ease and comfort in the wards. “My God, my darling,” he said at sight of her bare breasts.
She caught one of his hands and brought it to cover her. His touch was reverent.
“You are so lovely, Katrina.” His gaze in the spare light that pierced the slit in the drawn drapes was afire. He caressed her, a beguiling stroke of his fingers over the swell of her breast. Her nipples beaded and ached. But then his lips descended and he sucked one into the hot cavern of his mouth.
She rose up, shocked, savored, loved, and dug her nails into the fabric of his clothes. Hungry for more of him, she wiggled and knew not if she wanted him to suckle her other breast or to be free of her step-ins.
“Wait, my darling. Wait,” he said as he pushed away her silken drawers and considered the entirety of her nudity before him. “Katrina,” he crooned as he was on his knees again, his palms skimming her flesh from throat to breasts to waist and hips and pushing apart her thighs. “Katrina, sweetheart,” he sounded much like a minister at prayer as he sent kisses down her skin to bless her hip bones. “Open wider, my Katrina. You are,” he said as he kissed the intimate flesh he spread wide with his thumbs, “divine.”
At that intimate invasion of her private self, the virgin in her stilled and wanted and grew wet and wild with need. The woman in her rejoiced and when he put two fingers inside her to fondle her and find her clitoris, the lover in her reveled in his daring and his care. She found his cock. Harder yet and big. She stroked him and elicited a moan from deep inside him. “Oh, Nate. Come inside me. I will die if I don’t have you.”
He sank inside her, inch by slow inch, and as he went, he kissed her in imitation of his advance. She clasped him closer, seized her breath and lost her mind of all but him. He filled her completely and held. He filled her with the beauty of himself and the strength of his noble character. This she had wanted from him, for ever so long.
He planted kisses to the column of her throat and moved with luxurious ease to her nipples. “You are so exquisite, my Katrina.” He shaped one nipple to a point as he laved the other. She was afire to feel him move and claim her with all his power. “Gossamer girl. One day I want you to be mine in the sunlight where I can admire all the colors of you. God! I do adore you!” He sank into her to the hilt and drove her up into a delirious swoon. “That’s not all. Not all, by heaven. There’s more,” he said and began the thrusting that brought the groans of sensual delight to both their lips.
But then he withdrew and she cried out in objection, her fingers dragging him back.
“I have to get rid of my pants, sweetheart!”
She let him go with her hands but her eyes bound him to her as he tore at his clothing. Naked, beautifully shaped, muscles rippling, his gaze mesmerizing her, he climbed once more over her and batted her thighs open. With his hands under her hips, he lifted her and kissed her hip bones, then descended once more to lick her lips, flick his tongue over her clitoris and drive her mad.
“Stop this,” she ordered him, her voice a wreck.
He gave a bark of laughter. “What? You don’t like this?”
She cuffed his shoulder. “I love it, you awful tempter.”
“I want to bring you to completion,” he said with little kisses to her inner thigh.
“You were doing a fine job of it before.”
“Let me take you where you should be, my darling. To paradise, your first time.”
She beat the mattress. “For your tardiness, sir, I’ll have a second.”
He slid up to hover over her, his elbows to the mattress as his gaze roamed over her. “I’ll give you all you want.”
“You’d better,” she said and hooked an arm around his neck, avoiding the fact that tomorrow he would be gone and he wouldn’t give her any of his affections for a long long time. “Now.”
“Now,” he said with a slow smile and positioned his cock at her entrance and slid all the way inside her to rest for a moment, then begin the furious climb to a pounding summit and a moment of blind ecstasy. As she slid down down down to a black velvet reality, she felt him leave her and rend to the sheets that which he would not give to her.
She reached for him, sad that he’d not had the same fulfillment that he’d blessed her with. He went to her and bound her close, taking her with him as he rolled to his side. His lips in her hair, his arms around her like bands of steel, she tangled her legs with his and kissed his throat. Devoid of words suitable to convey how much utter joy he had given her in those minutes, she clung to him. Hot tears escaped her eyes.
